Tom Coyne - What They Do lyrics

[Hook: Raphael Saadiq] Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do [Verse 1] Lost generation, fast paced nation World population confront their frustration The principles of true hip-hop have been forsaken It's all contractual and about money makin Pretend-to-be cats don't seem to know they limitation Exact replication and false representation You wanna be a man, then stand your own To MC requires sk**s, I demand some shown I let the frauds keep frontin And roam like a cellular phone far from home Giving crowds what they wantin Official hip-hop consumption, the 5th thumpin Keeping your party jumping with an original somethin Yo, I dedicate this to the one-dimensional No imagination, excuse for perpetration My man came over and said: "Yo we thought we heard you" Joke's on you; you heard a biting-a** crew but um [Hook: Raphael Saadiq] Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do [Verse 2] Thin is the line that run between love and hatred The game is ill-natured, it's nothing sacred Aiyyo, it's funny when I see some rap n***as do to make it A few'll blow up, or go as far as they can take it My nine to five, is just to hit ya get the party live I'm Black Thought, used to rap for sport Now the rhyme saying rent paying life support I take it very seriously, within this industry It's various crews that try to touch me But I come with the beautiful things, and I bless the track plushly Around the world crowds love me, from doing tours Recipient of applause from all of you and yours Creator of original sounds to send to stores You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores Now who can stop the music running through these veins Infinitely go against the grain, that's why my motto's to [Hook: Raphael Saadiq] Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do Never do....what they do, what they do, what they do [Verse 3] Living the life of limos and lights Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights Keyboards and mics, ba** chords and drum kicks And my mental thick they hit my head like brick As I embark on a mission welcoming to the dark When I first spark the arts, when the listening start Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside My style fortified by all of Philadelphi My delph more stealth than all the wicked wealthy Mentality undetectable by the naked eye Then I get paid when the record is played To put it short "I want it made" like Ed, nuff said Then after that, I'm putting on my cousin Hamed We let the ladies blend with the dark-skinned thoroughbred And discover, my level is that of no other And Roots crew reign official and true while I'm continuing to